a Sunrise Type of Love

I wrote this at 6:30 am.

In a perspective compared to the moon and sun, your entire existence is consumed by the small handful of human lives you’ve encountered until now.

Most things in life are out of our control.

We have no say in when the sun will rise and when it will set.

When someone decides they’re over you or when they decide to give you the world.

That’s the thing, they cannot give us the world, but I won’t deny that the first two and a half months sure felt like he did. 

The world is so big and we are so small.

The sun rises slowly, it takes its time pronouncing its presence. 

It has the confidence to realize that no matter how long it takes to show itself, 

Those who rush it will not appreciate its warmth and glow it provides us daily.

You cannot rush a sunrise.

And you should not rush love.

For those who do it will not feel true,

And for those who don’t it will be less in obsession and more in understandance. 

Remembering how good it is to feel the rush of dopamine by another person’s warmth and glow but forgetting that the sun also sets and the dopamine is not constant. 

For she may not be constant, but she is real.

You cannot rush a sunrise. 

Have patience in knowing it will eventually come out to provide.

But in the meantime, appreciate the darkness without her, and without it.

For the sun needs time to set too.

It will never rapidly rise.

If it did, we’d be concerned.

Acknowledge a simmering fire is better than a wild one.

And do not mistake warmth for passion.

Because although you felt its heat fast, it does not mean it burns on purpose.

The sun is a massive ball of burning flame, but it is still slow.

She brings warmth and glow to everyone’s life.

And when she disappears at dusk, her presence is missed. 

This does not mean she will not rise again.

But you must have the patience to love her in times of darkness.

You cannot have light without dark.

And you certainly cannot rush a sunrise.

sitting on the bench on my balcony, 6:30 am